Thursday, April 6, 2017

There
are moments in time that stand out more than others: your first kiss,
a special birthday party, seeing your baby for the first time, an
intimate conversation, a first date, even something as little as
sitting around a dining room table with friends. This is the story of
the moments that stood out after I first laid eyes on Noah Gish. ~
Claire Sawyer

The
city, it used to be a place I loved and missed with an ache in my
gut. It was home. The place where I grew up, where I had fun, where I
had my friends, where life was as good as I knew it to be. Then I was
shipped off to a place that begins the story of how I fell in love,
just to screw everything up. ~ Noah Gish

Literature
is my passion. I like to challenge myself and grow in my writings. I
have many unfinished books and some that have been published under a
different name. Why I chose to do this is because of my writing
growth and the differentiation in genre. I don't want my future books
to be judged by the inexperience of my past writings. Though I love
those books, they came out of nowhere and it's apparent in the
writings they were a first draft from someone with no experience.

My
passions include the arts--music, photography, writing, dance,
painting, films, architecture, anything that is creation. There is
not much I don't like; and if I don't like it, I at least appreciate
the process that took place to create it. This is something
incorporated in all my books. I've known so many talented people, and
truly believe no one is without a talent. Everyone has something
ingrained in them; just naturally gives them the ability to create
new life in the form of art.

In
my spare time, which is basically non-existent between my day job and
writing, I enjoy being out in nature, travelling, spending time with
family, and reading. I read everything, from contemporary to
paranormal, from historical romance to erotica, from history to
science. Learning is something very important to me. I really do
learn something new everyday, my brain storing so much useless to
life-saving information. My brain, the sponge.

Hickey

A long time ago, in a small town I’ve tried to forget…
I married the charismatic all-American king of high school.
He was sexy and charismatic.
I was shy and lovestruck.
We were both eighteen.
Of course we did not live happily ever after.
We did the opposite.

You thought that was the end?
So did I.
Seven years later Branson Hickey is back in my life, whether I want him here or not.
So many things have changed but a few haven’t.
I still want him.
I still can’t stand him.
I still think about him all the time, even after everything we did to each other.
I’ve long wondered if I’d ever fall in love again.
Now I wonder if I ever really stopped loving him.

About Cora Brent

Cora Brent was born in a cold climate and escaped as soon as it was legally possible. Now, she lives in the desert with her husband, two kids and a prickly pear cactus she has affectionately named ‘Spot’. Cora’s closet is filled with boxes of unfinished stories that date back her 1980’s childhood and all her life she has dreamed of being an author. Amazingly, she is now a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of contemporary romance and begs not to be awakened from this dream.

How does happily ever after begin? While you can no doubt think up a million romantic ways for it to get started, getting sloppy drunk and passing out probably isn’t one of them. Which is why Luna is so mortified to find herself waking up in her boss’ bed in Vegas, her memory of the night before little more than sporadic flashes.

While she is embarrassed, her billionaire boss, Gabriel, is unfazed. Unlike Luna, he remembers the night before—including their wedding, officiated by Blues Brothers impersonators. No, for Gabriel, everything is just fine. Until the police come knocking at the door of his hotel suite.

And why are they knocking on the door of his hotel suite? Because not one, but two of his ex-girlfriends are in the same hotel as him—and they are both dead. Strangled to death during the night. And he is their number one suspect.

And his alibi can’t remember a thing.

No, this certainly is not how we imagine happily ever after starting, but despite things being less than picture perfect, will Luna and Gabriel be able to carve a path together?

Billionaire's Vegas Night is a 90,000-word, FULL LENGTH, Standalone steamy sexy bad boy alpha billionaire romance. No cliffhanger and has a HEA. Includes 4 free bonus full-length box sets and novels for a limited time.

With Alpha blood coursing through his veins, charismatic wolf Jake Louvière, can no longer deny his true nature. As his beast demands his rightful place within Acadian Wolves, he’s forced to choose between killing his Alpha or leaving New Orleans forever. When a mysterious woman trespasses into the bayou, Jake is instinctively wary of the creature that is not wolf. Inexplicably drawn to her, he attempts to resist her magic as it weaves a seductive spell. As quickly as she appears, the dangerous beauty is kidnapped by a powerful New York vampire, and Jake swears retribution against an old adversary.
For centuries, Kai Beckett concealed her true identity from those who would steal her ancient powers. Risking everything to save her sister, she searches for the Alpha who’d left San Diego to return to his Cajun roots. Jake, a mate worthy of her spirit, seeks to tame her wild nature but she is not one to easily submit. As Kai surrenders to her attraction to the Alpha, she embraces her darkest fantasies.
From New Orleans to Southern California, Jake and Kai are surrounded by intrigue and danger. Learning to trust each other, they fight lethal enemies and the irresistible connection binding them together. As they spiral into an erotic adventure, will Jake acknowledge Kai as his mate? With a nefarious enemy seeking to capture her, will Jake rise to Alpha, saving both Kai and his pack?
Warning: This book contains several erotic love scenes, including m/f/m ménage and is intended for adult readers only.

Kym enjoys reading, tennis, zumba, traveling and spending time with her husband and children. New Orleans, with its rich culture, history and unique cuisine, is one of her favorite places to visit. Also, she loves traveling just about anywhere that has a beach or snow-covered mountains. On any given night, when not writing her own books, Kym can be found reading her Kindle, which is filled with hundreds of romances.

After
losing her mama and all she has, vagabond Patience “Patty” Sweet
dreams of reuniting with her father in the New Mexico territory. So
she teams up with a no-good gambler whose winnings enable her to get
her closer to her destination. Patty hates hanging around saloons and
poker parlors, pulling dishonest deeds. But when a game of five-card
draw goes wrong in Lubbock, Texas, Patty gets offered up as
collateral—to a handsome stranger who’s about to turn the tables
. . .

Lawyer
Grant Kincaid has no intention of claiming his prize—a nearly
nineteen-year-old petite beauty with sweet eyes—who has a hold on
him he can’t deny. But as he tries to help Patty untangle herself
from her shady partner, he discovers she’s not as innocent as she
seems. For starters, she’s already stolen his hardened heart . . .

Martha Hix grew up in Texas and
didn’t mind listening to stories about how her ancestors had been
in the place for a long, long time. Well, in Texas that just meant
more than a hundred years. This weird kid soaked up the stories and
became an ardent student of family and general history, which came in
handy when she took to writing both fiction and non-fiction.
Eventually, her romance novels were translated into many foreign
languages, some of them very foreign, like Japanese, Greek, and
Turkish. On the home front, she lives in the fabulous Texas Hill
Country with her husband and their spoiled four-legged kids. Visit
her on the web at marthahix.com.

I don’t need a happily ever after filled with
fake promises, animosity and eventually a divorce to be content. I’m living the
dream…my dream, regardless of what anyone thinks of me. My meager life was
perfect until a cocky football player wormed his way into my existence.

Once upon a time, I played an unconscious role
in my own life, a mistake I have no plans of repeating. I pride myself with my
outspoken and frequently excessive nature. It’s the consistent reminder of the
person I refuse to become ever again.

He’s the
ultimate playboy…

Life is perfect. I’ve lived and breathed
football since I was a kid, and now I’m making millions playing in the NFL. I
keep women around for one reason, but never the same one. The only attachments
I need are family and friends but life has a bizarre way of proving a person
wrong. When a concussion leaves my best-friend’s life spinning out of control,
the last thing I expected was to meet an outrageous woman who leaves me begging
for more.

She lives in New York.

I live in Arizona.

She promised me one night, but I discovered
that’s not enough. Now, I need to figure out if I’m a pro off the field because
I’m about to play the biggest game of my life.

“You
want to tell me why you’re here?” She tilts her head back, gracing me with the
view of those beautiful blue eyes.

My
lips quirk up into a smile. “I told you already. My dick misses you. I tried to
tell him you aren’t interested in a repeat, but he wasn’t convinced.”

“You’re
seriously talking about your dick as though it’s a person? I thought only horny
teenagers did shit like that?” She raises an eyebrow before pushing herself off
my lap.

“What
can I say, around you that’s exactly how I feel.” I might be smirking, but I’m
not joking. All I have to do is think about her and I’m rock hard. “I’ve
already agreed to be your dirty little secret, so what’s the big deal? I’m
going to be in town for…a few more days. A week or so tops, so I don’t really
see what the problem is.”

Her
eyes dart around the room before finally stopping on me. “I don’t think it’s a
good idea.”

“Why
not?” I counter. “We’ve already been together, and it’s not like I’m asking you
to skip work or even fucking date me.” I attempt to keep the frustration out of
my voice, but this woman is starting to drive me crazy.

“Look,
it’s not you, it’s me—” She stops talking when I fall back onto her bed in
laughter. I end up laughing so hard I have to wipe my eyes.

“Do
you have any idea how many times I’ve had to say that? Shit, the irony here is
classic.”

“I’m
serious, Girard.”

“So
am I, Davis.” I hate it when she calls me Girard. I want to be more than just a
football player in her eyes.

“You’re
just not my type,” she adds in a lame attempt to prove some point about us not
being together.

“I’m
not asking to marry you, Davis. I just want to fuck your brains out for a few
days before I fly back to my side of the country.”

She
chews on her bottom lip, and it appears she’s thinking over my request.

I’m
thirty years old, and I’ve only had one monogamous relationship, one that
failed miserably, but right now, I’m willing to do or say anything to see if
whatever the fuck this is I’m feeling will pass. If not, I might head back west
just as fucked up as I did when things ended with Alicia, because I want Lacey
a hell of a lot more—or at least it feels that way.

“You’re
really leaving in the next week?”

“Yes,”
I answer, knowing she’s confirming I won’t be around long enough for her to
become attached. Well, tough fucking luck. There’s a strong possibility I’m
already attached to her, which means, I need to figure out if I have what it
takes to woo a woman. Although, Lacey strikes me as someone who could easily
get pissed off by my attempts to make her fall for me.

“Relax,
Davis.” I smirk, knowing she hates to be told that. “And let me make you feel
good.”

Tension
starts to drain from her shoulders as relief from my lie sets in.

“I
think it’s time I show you how much I’ve missed you.”

She
sighs heavily, pretending to be annoyed with me, but I can tell it’s exactly
that. An act.

Because her blue eyes darken with desire as I tug on her arm.

“You really are a narcissistic man,”
she says with a scoff, but instead of arguing with her, I pull on the back of
her neck and capture her mouth with mine.